Tutorial 1 Part 2

Write a central character monologue based on the earlier scenario which should have involved nothing but actions. 

'And what are you looking at eh? Think it's funny that soon I'm going to be living in a poky flat with a landlord treating me like a student, surrounded with furniture bought off eBay, or from clearance auctions or liberated from recycle centres or gifts from charity minded people. What do you have to worry about - wrapped in your cellophane envelope and your sickly looking innards spilling through your sides? Ham - it'll be that watery stuff she always buys - looks like meat, acts like meat - isn't really meat, just pink fat and utterly tasteless.   Lettuce - brown at the sides, like me, showing its age. Lettuce bloody pray. Someone ought to pray for me for Christ sake.  Why on earth did she make the thing for me if she wants our marriage to end?.  "I've left your sandwich on the kitchen top - just next to the toaster." . she shouts down the stairs this morning with her hand cupped on the speaker part of the phone.  No doubt making plans for the day with her new best friend Shelia she met at spinning class.   Plans that don't and never will involve me. . Yeah, well, why did she even make you if it she hates me and wants to move on, find herself,  have 'me' time instead of 'us' time. What the hell is 'me' time anyway? - doesn't even work, 'me time' - makes me feel sick. 'Me time' - too much day time TV, too many of those life style shows - too much talk of self-empowerment and confidence building and I-will-survive-crap she's been drip fed by her chattering friends at that bloody book circle thing she goes to.  Most of them are divorced or have new partners. Partners.  Everyone has a partner these days, Whatever happened to man and wife. Old fashioned I guess. She thinks the same. I'm no longer required. Defunct.  I'm yesterdays news - like you, like a  bread roll. If I eat you, you're gone. As gone as I'll be. If I throw you from the window you'll be gone.  Maybe I'll follow you out of the window and we'll both be gone. Maybe we should both make a pitch for our own little bit of freedom, Maybe we should both look for a little bit of fucking 'me' time and go window flying. "Your sandwich is on the counter next to the toaster."  I should've left you there. '